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"Your past is just a story. And once you realize this, it has no power over you."
Scorpius woke up with the biggest grin on his handsome face, and he didn't even know why. He rolled to his side and grabbed the pillow next to him. He took in a deep breath of the flowery smell before realizing the scent was too feminine to be his. He groggily opened one eye and was instantly confused as to why his curtains were a deep shade of purple. The more he looked around the room, the more confused he got. Where was he? Bloody hell, did he go home with someone last night? Shite. Where was he? Starting to panic, he jumped out of the bed. Rose was going to seriously maim him or kill him for his stupidity.
"Hello?" he called out. His heart was beating unnaturally fast. He had had enough one night stands to be able to figure out what to do next. He silently tried to make his out of the bedroom, and in his panic he had not realized he was fully clothed or noticed the large bench near the bed.
"Ooff." He fell on the hard ground with thump.
Rubbing the back of his already throbbing head, he slowly stood back up. Looking around once more, he noticed the picture frames on the table by the window. He made his way toward them slowly, and picking one up, he sighed in relief when he recognized the girls in the picture smiling at him. He smiled softly and picked up the next photo. It looked like it had been taken near the cliffs of her home. He didn't know if it was because the photo was black and white or because Rose and the person she was holding hands with were facing the ocean, but he felt uneasy looking at the photograph. Something about the short curly hair and broad shoulders reminded him of someone he knew very well.
Setting the photograph back on the table, he made his way downstairs in search of Rose. He vaguely remembered someone waking him up, but he wasn't too sure. Hell, he wasn't even sure how he ended up in Rose's bed. Not that he minded at all, actually. Not finding any traces of Rose, he settled with rummaging through the kitchen cabinets until he found what he needed. Once his headache started to subside, he made himself a cup of tea and grabbed an orange flavored scone that Mrs. Weasley had sent over a few days ago Rose informed him that's all her mum knew how to cook. He sighed deeply and savored the amazing taste of the pastry; he could eat Mrs. Weasley's pastries forever.
As he stared out towards the ocean, images of last night hit him. Bloody hell, he kissed Rose! He was so shocked he let the cup of tea fall to the ground. He groaned and ran a hand over his face. He messed up; he truly and utterly fucked it all up with Rose. He knew he fancied her, he figured that out last night when he was dancing with her, and he couldn't deny he loved the way her lips felt on his.
"Fuck, what did I do?" he sighed.
Maybe that's why he couldn't find her anywhere, she probably ran away from him and now he would have to wait another bloody month before she would even talk to him.
He smiled when he remembered her shocked face after he kissed her. She looked so cute all flustered and confused. Yet that didn't stop her from throwing herself at him, moving into the shadows and Apparating home. After that he couldn't really remember what else happened.
After cleaning up his mess, he went back into Rose's room. He knew he probably shouldn't be in there, but it was the only way to find out more about her. Not that he was a stalker, he told himself. Making sure not to touch things that could easily be misplaced and so noticed, he walked over to the same table where he found the photographs and opened up the small drawer. Inside, he found two journals and a few more photos. Looking through the new photographs, he found them all to be of her family. Did she not have any friends?
Placing those down, he took the two journals and moved to the sofa by the window. He stared long and hard at the black leather book in his hands. He debated on whether or not to invade Rose's privacy. Realizing it might be the only way and time he could even begin to comprehend the complicated mind of the woman he was falling in love with, he opened the cover. Expecting to get cursed or at least jinxed for opening the journal, he sighed in relief when nothing happened.
He turned to the first page and began to read.
October 20, 2023
I'm not sure how to start this... Actually I've never had a journal before. Didn't have the need for one. Well I guess I should start with my name Rose Weasley, today is my 17th birthday. I'm a sixth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Slytherin. Merlin this is so weird. M birthday was ok, I guess. My cousin Louis, dragged me to the kitchen where he, my cousins Albus, Lily and Roxy, and my brother, Hugo, all surprised me with a small birthday cake. All in all, it was a fun birthday, until Lucca showed up and handed me this journal. That was awkward. Albus and Louis were the only ones to not glare at him, which made me uncomfortable. He gave me a small kiss on my forehead and walked off,but before he could walk out the door, I asked him to stay. He smiled and slowly made his way back towards me. We ate cake and talked until curfew. It was fun in the end, until Lucca pushed me into the shadows and walked up to meet Scorpius and Amelie. It made it made my heart sink to see him with her. She's so perfect and I'm so bland. I wish I could be part of their crowd, maybe then they won't hate me, especially Scorpius. He wouldn't hate me and be mean behind my back. Lucca always gets upset with his cousin for the things he says about me, but I don't know why I try to defend Scorpius. Lucca is so sweet, and since last year he has always been there for me. It's close to midnight and I'm starting to fall asleep, plus my thoughts are all scattered and I'm writing nonsense. Goodnight and happy birthday to me...
Rose Weasley.
After getting over the awkwardness of Rose's journal entry, Scorpius sat stunned. Lucca and Rose were way more than potions partners in sixth year. How he didn't remember that was beyond him. He tried hard to remember sixth year potions class, but could only remember Rose always sitting with Albus. Bloody hell, he didn't remember being a complete arse to Rose, especially behind her back. He turned the page, ready to read a new entry, when a loud crack and yelling caused him to jump a foot in the air. Racing down the hallway, he leaned over the banister to see a distraught Albus Potter screaming for Rose.
"Potter! What are you doing?"
Albus turned around and looked up towards the sound of Scorpius' voice. He noticed the black haired man sigh in relief. He took in Albus' wide eyes and paled face. It confused him, but he chose to ignore his confusion. Everything that had to do with Rose confused him, so he just shrugged it off.
"Have you seen Rosie?" Albus asked in a concerned shaky voice.
Shaking his head, Scorpius made his way down the stairs towards Albus.
"No, why?" he asked slowly, dreading any answer the green eyed man might give him.
Albus sighed and rubbed a hand over his tired face. "She's been missing since this morning."
Rose groaned in pain. She felt like she had run into a large wall of bricks. She was sure she had multiple bruises covering her body. What did she do last night? She opened her eyes only to be confused as to why she was sitting on the floor, hands tied behind her back. Did she get arrested? That would explain why she was sitting in a cell. But, this wasn't one of the cells she would usually take criminals to. Was she in a Muggle prison? Bloody hell, she was going to kill Malfoy.
Looking around the dark and cold cell, she found nothing out of the ordinary. Where was she? She tried to untie her hands, but only managed to hurt her wrist in the process. She prayed she hadn't broken it. She breathed through the pain when she tried to undo the ropes again, before giving up and resting her head against the cold wall, closing her eyes.
"The more you struggle, the tighter the ropes get," spoke a deep, familiar voice from her left.
Rose felt like her whole insides had been turned into ice. She counted to ten and opened her eyes, meeting olive green eyes, staring at her blankly in the shadows. She started to hyperventilate. How could she have been so stupid!? She tried to regulate her breathing, coaching herself to breath in and out slowly, suddenly remembering what had happened before she found herself in this cell.
"Are you ok? You're as pale as a ghost. Actually, you look like you've seen a ghost," the man chuckled.
She couldn't believe this. This couldn't be happening to her. She was sure he had been dying on that bed. His face had been beaten so severally she wouldn't have recognized him had it not been for the way his eyes looked at her. Her breathing became faster as she realized the implications from being tricked. This put Scorpius in danger; more than the danger both she and Lucca could be in.
"Hey, hey. It's ok, deep breaths, ok. Breathe." He motioned to her to look at him as he breathed in and out with her.
Even if he couldn't remember her, Rose knew that being near him was helping her. He had always known how to comfort her enough to stop her panic attacks.
"I'm Lucca Zabini by the way, and who are you?"
Rose finally allowed herself to look at him again. "Rose Weasley," she replied, smiling slightly at the stupid grin currently on his face that she knew he used whenever he tried to flirt with someone new.
"Didn't we go to Hogwarts together?" he asked her curiously. He couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful girl freaking out on the floor of this dirty cell she was in. Something about her seemed extremely familiar to him. Maybe it was because he worked with Albus Potter at St. Mungo's.
"Yeah we did," she mumbled softly.
All Rose could think about was how she had made two stupid mistakes in less than twenty-four hours, first with Scorpius and now with Lucca. He was supposed to have stayed safely away and not in her life. Her past wasn't supposed to come back to haunt her future. Theirs had been a beautiful yet painful goodbye, and should have stayed like that. If she could return to three years ago and not destroy her and him in the process of everything she did wrong, she would in an instant.
She heard the sound of heels hitting the pavement and a shrill, cold laugh echoing down the hall made the hairs on the back of both prisoners' necks stand up. Lucca shrunk back into the darkness leaving Rose to look at him in confusion. He placed a finger to his lips and shook his head towards her.
"Well, well, look who we have here. A little weasel made its way inside," sneered the voice hiding in the darkness.
The voice clicked in Rose's head and she gasped, trying to stand up, seething with anger and hatred towards the voice.
"You!" she all but yelled in anger, pulling at the ropes binding her, not caring that she was further damaging her already injured wrist. All she could think about was hurting the woman who that voice belong to.
"Hello little traitor."
Authors Note: Hi! Here is chapter six! Oh my, what do you all think is going to happen now? Do you guys think Scorpius should of read the journal?. Also what do you all think about Lucca Zabini? Seems like a good guy right? Anyway, thanks to my beta for editing and fixing up this chapter! Chapter seven is being written, hopefully I'll be done with it before the weekend... Hopefully.
Please let me know what you think, suggestions or ideas. Review please!